These are my words. Written from the depths of my soul in hopes to touch a heart and to create inspiration and human connection. I want to take pain and turn it into something beautiful. Remember we are all human. We all feel. We are all one. Love. Embrace today. Enjoy.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Painted Porcelain

Child

Your face holds expressions

Leftover from the tale ends of their arguments

With your name of broken records

Plastered firmly onto the last word spoken

As much as you wish you could

Don’t get used to it

Because you never will

You will continue to cringe from their nail-to-chalkboard voices every time